She's delusional,
chasing the better side of him,
the qualities even he can't see.

She holds on to him,
praying that he'll come around,
but instead he stays gone,
all around town.

Everywhere but where he is supposed to be.

He shows her better than he can tell her,
he has shit to do.

The issue isn't him,
it's her.

She refuses the truth,
and lowers her worth,
uncomfortable with being alone.

Afraid that the next chic will reap all the benefits.

She's selling herself short though,
blocking all sorts of blessings,
because she won't let go.

Fear grips her,
anxiety rules her,
depression stalks her,
mind wondering is her best friend.

When all the while she only needs to love herself more,
spend time with herself,
be comfortable in her own skin.

Tapping into the knowledge that she is forgiven,
her king will build and protect,
and always come home as expected.

A joker will continue to play with her feelings,
cumming,
in and out as often as she lets him.

Dear God,

bless her,
she is in need of your healing.

Your perfect peace.

The wisdom to trust that she is forgiven.

Raise her up and give her strength.

Right now she's yearning and trying to fill the void,
with a man that keeps running,

and she keeps chasing.